One Step Too Far (Frankie Elkin, #2)

by Lisa Gardner

He isn’t from the wilderness, the locals like to say. He’s of the wilderness. And mountains never die.”

Now I almost do cry. Because we’re not enough people. I am not enough people. I have never been enough people.

Why do I do what I do? Because at the end of the day, the people left behind matter as much as the ones who are missing. We mourn the ones we’ve lost, but we agonize over the pieces of ourselves they took with them. The identities we’ll never have again. The emotions we’re certain we’ll never feel again. The sense of our own selves, becoming undone and disappearing just as completely and suddenly as those who vanished.